DONDOBEE: The Adventures of a Leolian Elf

By DALE PARRY

The Adventures of a Leolian Elf is a simple tale of a faithful elf who is imprisoned for his ugliness. Dondobee or The Adventures of a Leolian Elf opens with introducing us to Coal, a dirty little urchin living in a black back alley and his invention of a unique musical instrument. An instrument through w

• Language: English
• Publisher: LitPrime Solutions
• Release date: Jan 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781955944489

DALE PARRY

Dale is a long time veteran of theater. He has stomped the boards from Boston to Hollywood and New York City and in between. He was a member of the Roundabout Theater Ensemble in New York City where he acted and directed. He has toured with theater groups and performed in summer stock, regional, and educational theater. He chaired the drama department of Proctor Academy prep school in New Hampshire and was assistant chair of the Vermont Junior College drama department. He has studied classical theater in London and Dublin and at the Institute for Advanced Studies in Theater Arts in New York City. He studied speech and drama at the University of New Hampshire where he graduated cum laude. While there, he won the Best Actor award. Mr. Parry also received an MA in theater arts from UNLV, graduating with honors. He is a member of Sag-Aftra, Actor's Equity and The Stagehand's Union. He has always enjoyed entertaining children and in fact toured with a theater group out of Boston that performed literary classics, like Edgar Allan Poe's works, for school kids.

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Published by LitPrime Solutions 01/14/2022

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To My Vassar girl Lucy and To my Wellesley girl Rhoda

In a time long ago, in a village on a lovely velvety green, a dirty little urchin lived in a black back alley. They called him Coal because he was so very, very dirty. But, he was a happy boy. He did what boys do. He’d fish in the cold brook. He’d catch frogs. Catch fireflies in a jar. Or chase butterflies. Most of the time he would just sit under an elm tree on the village green, daydreaming.

One day while daydreaming, Coal heard music in his head that he had never heard before. Made by a musical instrument he had never seen before. He set about to build the strange instrument. His favorite place was on a hilltop south of the village where the cold brook ran. From there he could see over the towering elms, beyond to the mountains. There he could work bothered by no one.

He worked expertly. He slept when he became tired. No one was there to send him to bed. He ate when he got hungry. No one was there to make him eat dinner. Finally he finished. The long neck of the instrument was secured tightly to a box with a round hole in it. Four thin strings stretched across the box to the end of the neck. He played the instrument by drawing a bow across the tight strings. At first it sounded terrible! The noise frightened the birds away. Horses reared on their hind legs and bolted across the fields. Villagers ran into their houses, bolting the doors.

Coal practiced. And practiced. And practiced some more. Soon the sound was the same he had heard in his head. All the creatures of the forest came to listen. The birds returned. They stayed as long as Coal